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Thursday, February 28, 2002 get you! jukebox: alkaline trio - fuck you aurora! at this moment, i'm waiting for these faxes to go through, and sean's wife to call for me to transfer the lines. that leaves me one and a half hours to, fill up gas, check my oil, get home, shower, and get ready for smackdown. hope traffics good! i've had several idiotic calls today, one of which, was this guy who i may have mentioned the other day about him holding for sean. well, he called me at 5:45 pm and said, "hello? i ordered a limo, and we're all waiting, but it's not here." "hold on, sir. let me check!" look at the order, his cars not scheduled till 6:00 pm. "uh, sir, it's not scheduled till 6, but i just talked to the driver and he's on his way, in the area." "is he going to be here 10 minutes (plug) before six?" "it depends on the traffic situation, he's in the neighborhood, though." "can you ask him?" blah, blah, blah! think happy thoughts. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:33 PM no dice again! so it seems that jay leno said some joke about koreans and eating dog, and now korea (north and south) are pissed at him. "some political party" want nbc to fire jay. how stupid is that? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:18 AM i tried to something, but apparently it's not working. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:10 AM Wednesday, February 27, 2002 get you! i hate being the type of person to keep complaining about something and never do anything. i've been like that for a long time with my current work situation. i went through a day of hell yesterday. right from the start, he started blaming me for something that wasn't my fault. i took it for a while, but he wouldn't stop it. i finally told him to fuck off and that i'm never doing those jobs to/from other companies again and hung up on him. he came to work later, and for about a few hours he never once made eye contact with me. my plan is, i'm going to look for my own coverage, he said that he'd pay for it if i found it. hopefully before my financial aid/student loans come through (if my school gets their shit together), then i'm going to see how my finances are looking and what type of job i could settle for, quit and work in a place where i can get respect. i hope my school does it soon. duey said that once the fafsa place did their part, the school does the rest, and that could take up to two months, which i'm looking at because nothing ever comes through for me when it comes to the goddam government. enough with the melodrama. it just sucks because of this work thing, that i take my aggression out on the innocent people, who just want to help. so nothing else much really. i'm outs!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:29 PM it's kind of funny that i live on a daily routine schedule. it's kinda lame, in that i already know how my day is, although, usually something comes up to disrupt the chain of events. i don't know, i was actually just thinking about hitmen, and if i keep up the daily routine they'll be able to kill me, knowing where and when i'll be somewhere. or even my eating habits, brushing teeth, etc. they could use that to put something on my toothpaste, knowing that 1/2 hour later i'm gonna be drinking coffee, hence detonating the explosive. or if there were a hitman thinking of a way to kill me, i've just gave them several ideas. that one's on me! one more class to go! note to self: buy deodorant, mouthwash, produce - there was something i was supposed to do today. what day is it today? october? i'll think of it later. peace! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:04 PM remember that jimmy joe "know all the answers" i was talking about? well, he's also the type of guy that walk really fast (practically running) past everyone in the hallway, going up the stairs skipping two steps at a time, probably just to get to class on time. funny guy! lol, roy! kai told me what happened. that was pretty funny. and the hot hot heat boyz got a taste of moke-dom, i guess. i told kai that the guards probably didn't even know where canada is. were they eating plate lunches? those clowns. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:05 AM Tuesday, February 26, 2002 get you! today is the worst day ever...see you tomorrow. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:50 PM Monday, February 25, 2002 get you! i just got out of my "html" class, and the guy next to me needs a kick to the back of his head. or some false cracks. let me get my notes on him. he wears these black sketcher's like boots, with a green, high-water pants, sweater, and a white & pink striped, long sleeved collared shirt, straight as an arrow posture, and he looks like a short, very skinny version of charlie (of jack in the box, waimalu fame). he's like johnny on the spot with the answers, and he totally looks like one of those nerds from the simpson's episode where homer goes back to college. so the teacher asks, "what does the book say you need to veiw a web-page?" immediately following her last word, he's raising his hand and saying, "um, um, computer, i.s.p., internet service provider, and um, um, a modem." give that guy a hand. next question. "your mouse pointer. how do you know when it's on a link?" "it lights up blue!" someone else (with the correct answer): "it turns to a finger pointing." ceerect! next: "what would you use to transfer files on..." (interrupts the question) "file transfer protocol!" good job buddy, extra gold star on your fucking forehead (which is kinda hydrocephalic). in case you're wondering what the hell i'm doing in a class that talks about this type of deal, i needed one more credit to be considered full-time, so i took an easy introduction to html class, to pass the time. anyway, that's it for now. anyone want to chat? e-mail of blog. i'll be here for about an hour and change. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:51 PM note to self: as soon as you get the chance, talk about the nerds from the simpsons. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:22 AM speaking of, jeff, i do see in the parking lots at the cable companies, a kajillion vans and whatnot. if they don't have enough employees to fill them, why the hell do they need that many vehicles? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:10 AM i feel for you, jeff. i've had the same problems with cable companies. it must be some intiation or something. either way, heads should roll!!! you should complain, and try to get a free month. i'm in class right now, and i'm wondering why it's always so funny when a teacher swears. beats me. they should open a comedy club and hire a bunch of teachers to swear. walking to class, i saw this kid wearing a black shirt that, on the front, said "what are you looking at?" i wanted to say, "hey, nice madonna shirt!" didn't though. other funny things happening, i was thinking about that time jeff and i were in vegas, and we got into waynette's car, and she said, after two of us entered from her side of the car, not to mention that we were standing there for a while, "why is my car tilted?" and we all told her because it's on a hill, only to find out, it's on a jack. well, i'll be back in an hour. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:10 AM Sunday, February 24, 2002 get you! you'll never guess where i'm bloggin from. give up? work. yes!!! internet is up and running. a while back, i was looking for a body ball to use to have correct posture while sitting. i found one for $44, which, luckily, i held off from buying. then, my roommate said he could get me one from his school, which = no dice. he told me he saw it a kay-bee's toy store for $9.99, so i went today and now own a body ball. damn kai, i wish i was back in hawaii right about tomorrow night, for that magoos deal. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:53 PM i'm hungry & weak. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:29 PM Saturday, February 23, 2002 get you! boy do i hate no access at work. it's okay, though, because i blogged via notepad: 1:00 pm it's been pretty hot these past couple of days. i guess it's good, but i haven't been taking full advantage of it. i just went to robeks, and there's this protein shake they serve there called "800 lb. gorilla." it consists of: soy milk, peanut butter, banana, and some other protein filled stuff. it's kinda ridiculous. anyway, the good news is that my bank is moving two doors down from robeks. dice! right now my bank is behind robeks and across the parking lot, so when i do go to the bank, i don't feel inclined to stop by. this may or may not be a good thinkg. we shall see. shall i become broke staying healthy? i really don't feel like working today, but i have to do something, just to show i was doing something. i need to study some, but i also want to check the net a bit. this early morning school schedule is kinda working for me, but at the same time, it's not. well, i've got four months of this to look forward to, so i just need to get used it. give me about three months, and i'll have this down. hehehehehe!!! i haven't been reading on the road recently. which sucks, because i've been looking forward to finishing it and starting a drink with shane macgowan. i do have ample time to read, but the thing is, since last week, i've been having this weird sleeping pattern which, while i'm awake, makes me tired as hell. hence, not willing to do any work. blogging time is 1:22 pm, on notepad, as i don't have internet access in this mofo. note to self: stop by office depot to pick up discs, and toys r' us to pick up a hula-hoop, as to fulfill alvin's (chipmunk) christmas wish (rim shot!). 1:40 pm on the way to the laundry room, i opened one of the doors in the hallway, and the neighbor was about to open the door also. i jumped and almost screamed and dove for cover, but i caught a glimpse of reality and held it open for him and said, "hi!" i got my laundry and went back and noticed that my new black jacket, which i purchased this past week, is now maroon. i have not yet decided if i still like it or not. i still want my tyler durden jacket. i mean, there's nothing wrong with it being maroon, it's just i bought it, wanting a black jacket. and that's what i wanted. i don't know. my body feels all weak and trembly right now. as if i haven't eaten in a while, which isn't true. i hate tom green. i've had, so far today - one waffle, two scrambled egg whites, two pieces of morningstar bacon, 24 oz. of coffee, 32 oz. south pacific squeeze from robeks. that was a while a go. right now i'm eating cheese and crackers. it's taking a while to fill me up, but at least the laundry's done. even thouh my jacket is not the same anymore. i don't understand why everytime we take a job from another company, or give them one, something always goes wrong. no matter how well everything seems to be going, it screws us somewhere along the line. there's these clients which we service frequently, but everytime i dispatch the jobs, i always give the rivers the address. everytime i give it to them, i'm always thinking it's a good idea, just in case they get amnesia or something. i don't know. i still haven't done any real work here. i've just been talking to that driver and that company, doing my laundry, blogging via notepad, and thinking of what i should be doing, and why my jacket is maroon. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:49 PM speaking of happy hour... the guys and the rest of our homies down here are gonna be hitting magoos tonight. oh, watch out now. then magoos again with the "magoos monday madness" group. that was almost the name of our album*. anyway, the guys are pretty cool so far. they seem like if they grew up in hawaii, we'd all be friends. it kinda reminds me of LA with brett and jonah. jokes a flowin. anyway, i'm gonna shower the salty feeling off my skin, then give roy a call and head over to town. peace! *take that bob. Anonymous partied hard at 9:01 PM Friday, February 22, 2002 get you! i hate not having internet access at work. two days so far. i was going to say, roy, what the hell does your teacher want to localize? he goes on a cross country road trip. local version, goes to waianae. gets his guitar stolen. gets his ukulele stolen. and as far a girl giving him advice, if she's local, she's got no advice worth knowing. i don't know, i just find it ridiculous about him mentioning to you that you should "localize" it. localize his face! false crack style. hey, bronson! while up here, we're going to be hitting lots of happy hours. that's all i can say about that. be back, gonna shower. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:45 PM Thursday, February 21, 2002 get you! monday night madness... it's a think piece, about a mid-level band struggling in the harsh face of stardom. but seriously folks, here's what really happened... 02.18.02 - 10pm (ish): we arrive at magoos, only to find that alice is not there. she said she'd be there, what's going on. everyone else is there, sans one daniel brown. let the drinking commence. 10:30ish: dan brown is here, and we're on the second pitcher. alice showed up with lyle, eric is pretty fuckin pissed by now. he tells me he's had about 9 mugs so far. 11ish: 3rd pitcher of murphys is on dan brown, what a guy. eric is gone, as well as alice and lyle. we gave eric shit for leaving and not drinking the 3/4th inch of beer left in his mug. we were all pretty lit by now. ?: we all get into a conversation about what music to listen to on tour. chad starts talking about elton john - honky chateau. dan expresses his distaste for elton and rock music. keep in mind, he does like some rock. ??: a 4th pitcher? who the hell bought this one? i don't know. alice calls, sounding a little disturbed. apparently eric is yelling at her.* more talking and picture taking. ???: i think it's around 1ish...i could be wrong. everyone is outside, dan buys a pitcher and tries to steal it. he gets busted and enlists roy to help him finish it off. i ask roy to take a picture of me for the site. he holds the camera backwards and takes one of his face. we then travel up to UH for a little fun and to put up hot hot heat flyers. roy is trashed. he's probably had the most beer. once again, he and dan get into a friendly scuffle. dan is a real trouble maker. roy spends the duration of our UH visit laying on the sidewalk. dan causes trouble with mike rockasone, tries to do some kind of flip over roy and fails miserably. we head home, stopping off at magoos again because dan forgot his bag. while there, roy proceeds to "clean his system" for what seemed like a good 5 minutes. the river was just flowing. one good thing, it all smelled like murphys, so not too bad. i drop roy at home and proceed to drive myself home, along with colleen. somewhere along the way, i told her i think ashton kutcher is hot. we eat some jacks at my house and fall asleep. 02.19.02 9am (ish): i wake up, not remembering how i got home. it always ends up like that. slight head ache, and still drunk... i think. colleen tells me i drive pretty good for someone who's drunk. i go back to sleep. the end. pictures over here, soon. Anonymous partied hard at 5:06 AM "good evening, fraulein!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:23 AM Wednesday, February 20, 2002 get you! all right everyone of you education buffs out there, i've taken some notes during my classes today (the ones where i wasn't falling asleep in). first class: math 1. teacher looks like a stoned frog, but he's way cool and funny. 2. i don't like people who, on the first day of school no less, proudly sport their brand new santa monica college gear. no matter how bad it looks on them. 3. it's funny how our school's math department is known as the "math village." 4. in my class, is this billy joe redneck. wearing blue jeans and a long sleeved, button down, plaid shirt. i don't think he was allowed to bring his hunting rifle to school. cs 1. that guy. the one who always asks, "is this (insert class title here)." 2. aforementioned guy, eve's dropping on two girls talking who are talking about some other cs class, making him once again ask, "is this (insert class title here)." 3. =w= is ridiculous. 4. people talking about majors. 5. one hour and twenty minutes till class is out, and i leave to go home. 6. no/low fat content. 7. backpacks worn by one strap, in an attempt to look cool, or something. 8. people asking about other classes, while the other replies, "ooh, i heard this one is better/meaner/cooler!" 9. buck teeth. 10. one student, offering help for the teacher's everyneed. aka, teacher's pet. 11. i need floss. 12. "...lightning strikes again, we become fireflies..." 13. one person who knows all the answers, but is too quiet for the whole class to hear, but says it loud enough for the people around her to hear and does this the entire period. i didn't take too much regular notes today. sucked anyway, i'm way too tired. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:55 PM i thought that maybe the reason why that first computer, and everyone i've been on since, has been really slow is that there may be tons of people on the computers here. so now i sit in the computer lab and see probably thirty people in here. something's up, but at least i've got only one class left. i just needed to say that my introduction to html class is such a breeze. the thing, though, is that she goes waaaay to slow. it's cool though, i just browse the web and she's chill. i've got just over an hour till the next class. i've been up for seven hours so far. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:59 PM i can't believe this computer. it took three minutes to start up. i'm at school by the way. you'd think that we'd get some decent equipment here. lots of people wanted to get into my lane today, on the way to school. don't know why. maybe that's how people are on the road that early in the morning? i tried to eat this morning, but no dice!! even forcing the food down didn't help. i'll get hungry in about two hours. gotsta bail. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:27 AM Tuesday, February 19, 2002 get you! they're filming this outside of work today. i don't think i would call it filming, though. more like hanging out in trailors. because that's about all the action i saw today. other than a security guard, that pretty much stayed in a 10 foot radius the entire day. today was all right, after the driver's being interviewed all left. those guys have no sense of anything. we're all busy, and he kept coming up and asking when we're going to do the interview. does he not notice everything going on? not only that, if you're there for an interview, you don't get all impatient and whiney. i mean he waiting for only about 20 minutes. another thing, which made this day dumb, was, i get this call from a banayan who asked, "uh, yes! can i speak to sean?" "hold one second, please." (on the intercom)"sean, there's a banayan on the line for you, do you want to take it, or should i take a message?" "tell him i'll call him back." (sean's on the other line.) i tell banayan this and he says to tell sean he just needs to ask him something quick. i do, and sean says to get a number to call back. i asked banayan for a number, and he says he'll call back. i tell him to call back in ten minutes (plug!). five minutes later. same exact thing, so i put him on hold. line's holding, other line rings. it's him. i say, "hello?" "yes, i'm waiting for sean, i don't know why you put me on hold." "what did i tell you? i told you he's on an important call, and i can have him call you back, or you have to hold." moron! i don't know how he felt it was my fault he was on hold! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:45 PM Monday, February 18, 2002 get you! ROFL!!!!!! oh shite man, that is too funny. i can't stop lauging right now. 2 minutes ago, caller 5 at KPOI would win jimmy tickets, the new cd, and you meet the band. i was caller 3. man, if that don't suck ass. Anonymous partied hard at 7:23 PM i'm watching american history x and am reminded of something. christmas of 2000, jeff was in l.a., and jerri, jason, jeff, and i went to look for a restaurant to eat at. we ended up at this chinese restaurant. on the way to the table we see this guy and get seated right behind him. jeff writes on a napkin, "shilock nose is right behind us." i start laughing and jerry says, rather loud, "who's shilock nose?" that was too funny! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:54 PM i can't believe the ammount of money made from that janet jackson concert. i heard the tickets ranged from $65 to $300+... what the...? oh well, keep on climbin that velvet rope. Anonymous partied hard at 4:08 AM i was watching the olympics earlier and boy, was it funny. the downhill skiing, there's this one lady with a mental block, and she has been doing bad. right before her run, the commentator mentioned that and said, "i hope that her mental block doesn't affect her now, but so far, she's been doing bad," or something amongst those lines. she was skiing down, almost fell, got back her balance, then just gave up and tumbled. we couldn't stop laughing. next run. lady's going down, she does something, and her ski's dig in the front, and she flips and starts tumbling and flies right into the plastic fence deal. oh my gosh...this was too funny! we also watched that hbo janet jackson concert from hawaii. she did this one thing where she was looking out at the crowd for someone to come on stage. she must have been looking for about an hour, or so it seemed. she brought this one dude, which looked like a fat, tiger woods. he got tied up on stage, while she did a seductive dance. she actually rubbed his crotch. anyway, this guy started shuddering and looked as if to have climaxed. overall, the show was funny, at least i thought so. what's funny, also, is that they showed her go backstage and change. oh yeah! that tiger woods looking guy, he kept saying stuff about loving her and all that jazz. this guy was too funny. i'm surprised he didn't pass out! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:06 AM Sunday, February 17, 2002 get you! what is this, dream bloggers anonymous? lol. Anonymous partied hard at 7:54 PM dream of last night. the furtheset i can remember is, i'm riding my bike down a trail. it's in the back woods of somewhere, but for some reason, everyone is on it. there's a dog that's been following me for a while, and as i go further, he starts getting close to the tires, until he goes on top of it, and gets tangled in the spokes. i stop, to look at him, while some girl comes, because that's her dog. she looks at the leg, which, from her view, is only a rub burn. i see the other angle which is his leg torn up, but say nothing and peddle away. i go down the road, which is apparently where i live, and hit the shower. while i'm showering, eddie, from grounded for life, is standing outside of the shower, but putting up a tv in the shower for me. i ask him, "eddie, do you think you could hook up a playstation 2 in here?" he gives me the ol' eddie smile/nod meaning no problem. i go to the living room, which is a wrestling ring, and we are surrounded by an audience. i'm at the entrance way and "test" is getting ready to punt something. we all line up to catch it, only to see it's a bottle cap. i let it go, but test is mad that i didn't grab it. we're in the ring and watching the olympics/news. the first thing in the news is a high school football game where, this car was driven on the field, some one yells, "get behind the blocker!", and this kid is running up the field behind this car and scores a touchdown. the reporter is saying how, that's the kids nanny, and now she's been given a new car, a huge raise, and some other type of nonsense. in the dream, the reason this was legal was that there is no written rule stating that a car cannot come on the field and be used for that type of thing. next event was archery. i've never known this to be a winter sport. but this course is different. the playing field is set to be like in days of yore. there's sand bags all over the place, targets strategically placed all around, horses running back and forth, and the archers dressed like robin hood or something. i thought this to be too funny. i woke up now! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:41 AM lol!!! stone cold is playing some, aerobic exercise guy, promoting an excercise thing to will sasso (playing stone cold) and his wife (debra!). he unleashes the physically fit masterpeice to be a piece of whatever, with two handprint on it, to place your hands to do push-ups on. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:24 AM Saturday, February 16, 2002 get you! my roommate and fiance took me to dinner tonight. we went to this place called kabui sushi, or something like that. anyway, this place has this sushi deal, that everything is 50% off. this special goes on everyday, all day, which makes me wonder why it doesn't just sell it for that price. i'm pretty sure i know why, but i just need a thing to talk about. being that, we order our food, including spicy tuna roll and philly rolls. i ask our waiter, "uh, do you guys have a calzone or some falafels?" he looks at me puzzled for a second, then i laugh, and he realizes that it's jokes. then, later, alex asks if they validate parking, which he says no. i say, "oh, that lady up front said you guys do." he started laughing saying something like, "you want to get me in trouble, huh?" while giving me the hit to the arm, suggesting jokes. that guy was cool. after all was said and done, i went to the bathroom. on the way out, he saw me and said bye. he rules. we then head to the theatre to see what's playing. alex sees that beauty and the beast is playing there but its last show has passed. so we decide to see what's playing on imax. i go up to the window, "uh, excuse me. what's playing on imax?" "hart's war. the mel gibson movie." i almost start laughing in her face. we say no and walk away, and i point out that hart's war is with bruce willis, and the mel gibson movie is called we were soldiers. we go anyway. duey then suggest that we go to border's to look. i agree, knowing that he has a 20% teacher's discount there. i'm looking for a certain nirvana book and motley crue book. no dice on both, so i grab, "a drink with shane macgowan," which i'm very excited to read. i ask an employee there if i could use the teacher's discount for these books, which she so rudely replies, "if you're going to use them for your lessons." screw her, i pay normal price and bail. so, now i'm watching mad tv w/ stone cold steve austin. i'll talk to you later. peace!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:29 PM seeing all these election commercials make me think of a poem i wrote a few years ago: politicians, really make me sick. politicians, suck my mutherfucking dick. politicians, can really bring you down. with all their ugly banners, that's polluting up this town. 90210 had to wait another week. i listen to your debates, oh, man! it really rieks!!! if i had a choice, a communist i'd be. at least i know the government won't be fucking over me. what do you give us? there seems no where to go. but when elections come around again, you seem to be a fucking hero. everywhere i turn, you're helping out the kids. but when i was a fucking kid, there was nothing that you did. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:06 PM i'm getting my laundry ready, and i just remembered something. when i was younger, i would look at the bucket of detergent and see on the side, "free scoop inside!" i thought that was the funniest thing. i mean, you have this huge bucket of detergent, and you get a free scoop? wow, one extra load of laundry. i came to the realization that the "free scoop" was actually, a scooper, like to scoop the detergent with (rim shot!) i should look for those huge buckets of detergent. those things last so long. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:01 PM in a bit, i'm going to be getting the lines from work transfered to me. dice? i guess! there's some jobs coming in, which i will need to be at the phone for, so i get to be on clock from home. i'm getting together the laundry for my time at work. the most financially beneficial laundry mat i've found so far. which works as a plus also, being that i'm at work while the laundry is going down! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:21 AM hey roy! for that short story, maybe you should just write about sherwood. lol! or maybe shane kono, high school style. just anything about mokes beating up haoles. i've been reading this new rolling stones with (gulp!) creed on it. i usually don't read these articles on bands i truly hate, but i decided that i should because by reading it, i can find facts and quotes to back up my convictions. hehehehe!!! use them against them! i guess?! does anyone out there know how i can use government aide and such thing to help me get some insurance? i always hear about these things but have yet to take advantage of it. i think i want to step out of the office situation for a bit. i mean, i know it's just this office that i don't like working in, but i don't want to have to spruce up and dress all professional and all that jazz. ho, cuz, i'm outs! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:10 AM Friday, February 15, 2002 get you! one thing to point out from american pie! oz tells his girl that he has this match with some rival lacross team, the same night as his recital. she tells him, "just do what your heart tells you too," or something like that. just to show that, later in the movie, when he ditches the lacross game to join her in the recital, that, he made the right choice. another stupid thing in the movie, that girl, tara reid, is stupid. i don't know, more on this later. why do i keep watching this movie? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:17 PM there's a new movie coming out, which does not deserve a link, starring josh hartnett, called 40 days & 40 nights. this is a prime example of how stupid movies now-a-days are, and that psuedo actors such as josh, take. from what i get from the previews, he has a lot of sex and has a bet, or something, to go 40 days without sex. this is supposed to be a real feat for this idiot, and he falls for a girl and doesn't have sexual urges. who cares, it looks so stupid and i highly recommend that no one sees it. if i ever meet this josh guy, he'll meet mr. sandwich and mr. cracks. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:28 PM the roads were very clear today, which is suprising, being that it's friday, and right in the middle of rush hour no less. maybe, it's because everyone is at the theatres, in line for this movie. i'm still in a huge debate whether i want to watch it or not. you should know the reasonings. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:41 PM d'oh! i woke up late. i thought i could do it. hehehe! in other news, i've fixed the archives. have fun! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:16 AM i'm totally with you on that sheri, about the temptation island. that is the most stupidest show ever. just got back from dropping mike at the airport. he's going to be in new york for the next week (lucky bastard!), for his buddy's b-day. have fun out there, and maybe we'll get a new york blog? rock! bring me back a cab driver. school starts on wednesday, so i'm going to make sunday evening, a "good" evening. i thought i had a lot to blog, but apparently, no dice! busy watching smackdown. talk to you later. peace!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:08 AM Thursday, February 14, 2002 get you! boss is finally gone. he wasn't too bad today. actually, very tolerable. i wanted to blog a story from yesterday, but i'm a bit too tired to blog it. i'll try to inform you more on that later. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:55 PM niggas wanna try. niggas wanna lie. then niggas wonder why. niggas wanna die. so ok, cavan told me pootie tang is "absolutely horrible man". i thought he meant shitty, but apparently it's good. i guess i'll have to go rent that later on. monday nights at magoos are turning into quite the event. this past monday chad (of power pellets fame) got so pissed that he ran across the freeway with mike (rockasone), then proceeded to roll down a grassy hill next to the UH off ramp. hilarious i tell you. roy was breaking things left and right, and i dunno what mike did, besides knock over a stolen pitcher of beer. i plan on bringing a camera next time. i can't really remember much myself, so that's about all you're going to get from me, roy. if i remember more, i'll post it up. cameras = good way to document a night of drunken tomfoolery. Anonymous partied hard at 12:16 AM Wednesday, February 13, 2002 get you! you know saltines! you know how they have "salt" on them? if you get the un-salted ones, are they then called "tines?" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:54 PM due to a suspicious container found at lax, this newscast is constantly covering this. i hate when stations do this type of deal, i mean, the interrupt all the regular scheduled programs to do this, but after a while, you run out of information to give us. then, it's just repeating it over and over and over. oh, well! so the other day, i went to the thrift store and luck was on my side. i found two pairs of pants, which i was looking for, and i also wanted to look for a set of vintage looking coffee mugs. no real dice on the mugs, but i did get a set of little bowls, dishes, and not really mugs, they're a bit smaller, more of a teacup, but nonetheless, it's doing the job. i found two cd's which will fit on a cd, hence i have some new tunes to rock to today. i went to bed early last night (ten-thirty style) and woke up at 7:30 this morning. but for some reason, i'm much more tired than i was yesterday. couple more cups o' joe's, and i'll be good to go. i hope they finished working on the jacuzzi room today. i walked into the jacuzzi/sauna area yesterday and this guy's sawing and tiling one of the showers. i walk in and say hi to him, place my things on the bench, and am about to get ready to jump in the jacuzzi. right then, one of the female maintenence workers came in, so i ask the guy working on the shower, "hey, is this area open right now?" he tells me no. well, thanks a lot moron. was he going to wait till i went into the water, or even then, was he ever going to tell me had i not asked? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:19 AM Tuesday, February 12, 2002 get you! so, today is very cool at work. lots of stuff going on but boss is not here, and the drivers are doing their job. what more could you ask for? probably, a new fax machine. this fax has brought me nothing but grief today. i'm waiting for mike, in accounting, and have been transfered three times to the wrong place. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:21 PM Monday, February 11, 2002 get you! i almost forgot, at smackdown, there was a little girl singing the national anthem. towards the end, after every line, the crowd yelled, "what?" she liked it. she was laughing. that was the best performance of the national anthem i've ever seen. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:58 PM well, no surprise here. i go to the school's financial aide office, and they tell me that the form i have is not what they need. previously, i went there to check up on my application, and they said, "you will get a greenish form from fafsa. once you get that, bring it in, and we will have you meet with someone who will tel you what you qualify for." i've gotten several greenish papers that i've kept, but i still needed to wait for the final one, with the last correction that i made. the lady at the financial aide office says that i will be getting forms from the financial aide office, and then i come in. boy, these government things have so much inefficiencies with them. nothing ever works right the first time. in other news, i've found out that, although there is a second edition for my cs book, which i purchased today, my instructor has told me that we will use the first one, which i already have. dice! i'll go return this and get my $75 back for this second edition, ten ton book. hells yes! on the way to school, at the entrance to the marina, the traffic lights were not working. i was in the far right lane, and, off to the side of me, there was a sort of shoulder lane. not really a lane, but just an extra piece of road, off to the side. so, there were jerks that were riding that, all the way to the front, and this one lady behind me, she pulled out, and stayed in our lane, while blocking that one. very dice! also, upon approaching the intersection, you know how, when the lights aren't working, the intersection works just like a stop sign? people are so stupid, they are all trying to rush in on the action, forcing themselves in the intersection as a means to advance themselves, but for what? even if they passed the intersection, they would've stopped right there and not gone anywhere. then, you got these people who can't even follow the flow. i mean, the cars at the front all head out, while the other two side of the intersection still wait. then, once they've passed, the other sides advance. joe blow jabroni decides to go, also, eventhough, his side just had their turn. i don't know, these people. it seems they go so out of their way to be idiots. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:00 PM last night i had a good dream. it was a real life adventure, that ended up being a movie (because, in the end, the credits were rolling.) i don't know the entirety of it all, but i remember, we were hanging out with brittney spears, and she was driving us to some event, which i don't remember. the next part of the dream, i was waiting for duey in this van i was driving. it was my parent's old aerostar. i was parked on a hill, and i kept trying to parallel park and turn the wheels in. unfortunately, i kept sliding down the hill. i kept going to a longs drugs in the neighborhood and in the end, the guy, who i assume was the main charater, told me thanks and then, the credits roll. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:05 AM holy crap! hell's yes, roy! i definitely want to tour. i go to financial office tomorrow, see what i can get from the government. i want to at least go from rosarito to l.a.. if money comes through, i'll go all the way. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:59 AM Sunday, February 10, 2002 get you! oh, yeah! across the street from our school, in the same parking lot as the off-campus bookstore, is a falafel place. i believe on mondays & wednesdays it's all you can eat falafels. i may need to spend a few hours there. maybe i'll read all my books during that time, as to make use of the $5.95 i'll spend. i think that was the rate. we'll see! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:24 PM word it is! did i happen to mention that i got the fafsa thing, finally? now, tomorrow, i will go to the school, purchase some books and visit our financial aide office and see what i've got coming. it's about time the government gives me something. i've really not benefited by anything our country has to offer, in terms of services like this here financial aide, welfare, or things of such nature. hmmm...i wonder if i could qualify for welfare? hehehehehe! that would rock! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:12 PM yesterday, on the blog, i made a list of things to do on the way home. on the way to albertson's, as i approached the intersection, my impulse portion of my brain made me go to the far right lane and turn in the opposite direction. i figured, i don't need to stop there to get two small blocks of cheese. so i head home in the other direction, and as i'm about to enter the freeway, i remember i still needed to go to the bank to deposit a check, so i move over several lanes. there's a cop leading the pack, but everyone is going way below the speed limit, so i start passing them and catch up to the cop car. people are such wusses when cops are there. he's not going to pull you over for going the speed limit or a few miles over. so i go to the bank and deposit checks, via the atm. head home! there's a 7 year old girl in san diego who is missing. they have one of their neighbors as a suspect. this is a crappy situation to be in, and i don't think anyone should have to go through. funny thing is, the neighbor, who is a suspect, has the news all over his place. i've seen this on tv shows, cartoons, and movies, but never in real life. you know, they come out of the house to the car and the reporters and camera all rush to him and he just gets in the car. then, behind us, a car starts and it's a detective who starts following him. i never knew this to happen in real life. well, john walsh is on it, so that's cool. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:39 PM today's been great so far. oj simpson looks a lot like frankenstein. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:38 PM my bike was stolen in the sixth grade. i know who took it. i did nothing. i used to ride my bike to school and ghost ride it into the other bikes lined up and chained along the fence. i never locked it, which probably led to it being stolen. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:07 AM Saturday, February 09, 2002 get you! i am the game. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:20 PM i haight people who live off their previous fame, or people who only associate people, now, due to thier previous fame. and people who live off their previous fame, are lame. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:33 PM this is the part of the job that i like. i got in as much hours as i wanted to today, and i've got everything done and just waiting for the boss to call me to let me know when i can transfer. paid bloggin time. i need to make a list of things to buy on the way home: 1. albertson's cheese $.99 each (limit 2) 2. blank tapes. not sure where yet 3. bank. deposit checks. 4. bookstore (maybe) 5. museum of tolerance 6. dr. agon's office hehehehe! i just transferred the lines, and heading to ze stores. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:53 PM whenever i get a call, while i'm on another call, i can never get the person on the line to shut up for a sec to answer. they always feel the need to get their message across to me before i put them on hold to answer the call, and then, by the time they finish, the other lines gone. freaking a, i said could you hold, not goodbye i'm never going to call you ever again. cracks to the head! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:14 PM things have gotten better here, today. i've finished the laundry, getting some stuff done, and thinking about what i'm going to watch tonight. i'm also thnking of buying a new book. only thing is, i think the one's that i want to get might still be in hardback. i don't want to spend too much. i'll check anyway. i need to find an online place to get books for school. i'm sure there's a place, but i want to make sure i get the right one, because, shipping it back and all that jazz, makes it better to just go to school and stand in line for two hours. does anyone want to donate money to me? i'm just wondering. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:52 PM hammer, i mean laundry time!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:17 PM damn! i'm in a pretty bad mood right now. everything was going great this morning, then i head to work. it's 11:33 am, when i leave the apartment. get towards inglewood blvd., and straight ahead i see a train, but it's heading in the opposite direction that i'm going, so although there is a back up, the train, which crosses inglewood blvd a mile down the road, should be ending soon. so i get on the blvd., waiting. ten minutes pass and i was thinking of taking the side streets to another route to avoid the tracks, but since i saw the train back there, i knew it would be all over soon. i used to take side streets before, but usually, with l.a. traffic, by the time i get back to where i would be, the train is already passed, so i stay. this is the same track that kai got us stuck by the time he took a california tour at one in the morning. hehehehe!!! anyway, we start moving a little bit then nothing for the next 10 minutes. i'm finally close enough to see the tracks and see that another train is crossing. this is unbelievable. never, in my three years here, have i ever seen two trains crossing, at the same point, right after each other. this train is moving ridiculously slow. people are leaving the lanes and taking side streets and i start moving up. finally, i get close to the intersection, which is close to the tracks. i look. the train has stopped! what the hell! so i finally jump lanes take the side streets, and i'm at work in 15 minutes. 30 goddam minutes wasted with that stupid train. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:36 PM good deal on the yuppie! i had a fun dream. we were at a blogger party. for some reason, everyone in the neighborhood with blogs, threw individual parties in celebration of having a blog. so we get to the first one, i forget what was going on, but i do remember that parking was ridiculous. it was this huge parking structure and every car was right next to each other, so you, pretty much, had to climb through your window. we head to the next party, which i don't know where it was supposed to be, but it was in pearl city. we get there, and everybody's there. we keep seeing this commercial for a thing called dust ball, and i keep asking everybody the deal is with that. finally, the commercial shows and it's this stupid game which looks like street hockey, but with the "dust ball." it's big. i guess some corporation saw the trend of street hockey and decided to capitalize on it. anyway, this goes on for a while and suddenly, we're watching a match between rocky balboa & stone cold steve austin. okay, we're watching it on tv, but through some twist of events, we end up in the ring. now, let me take down, 'cause i'm going... stone cold's in his corner. rocky is in his. stone cold makes his way to rocky and says, "hey, rocky! you forgot your glasses!" rocky replies, "i've got your glasses right here!" and starts swinging crazy, right past stone cold, all the way to the other side of the ring. austin's laughing! austin's manager is saying stuff to rocky, and rocky knocks him down. suddenly, triple h & stephanie are in the ring, and then, ddp and everybody runs down. whoever was watching with this with me, and i am now standing in the ring, and all of a sudden, everything goes in slow motion. ddp gives the diamond cutter to triple h & stephanie, from the top turnbuckle. kid i'm with says, "this is all very terrible!" so, i say, "it's just because it's slow motion, lets speed it up!" then, for some reason, it does, and the kid is all surprised thinking that i'm some wizard or something. but, in my dream, in my mind, i know that i've watched this movie before. stephanie & triple h are lying in the ring and i'm laughing at them, and i notice that stephanie has some hair growing under her arm. i forgot a lot of this dream, but i tried to catch what i could as soon as i woke up. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:59 AM Friday, February 08, 2002 get you! you know those songs that you haven’t listened to in a while, but when you do, it takes you back then, with those memories still fresh in your head, and you feel the environment from back then, accompanying you on that journey? welcome, to this magnificent journey into the past…this is medieval times. stand up and cheer for your section’s knight! well, if you start having an infatuation to hear that song again and find yourself listening to it over and over again, do you then stop listening to it to preserve previous experience? i’m just wondering. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:57 PM Thursday, February 07, 2002 get you! when you call somewhere say, a limo company, and you're inquiring about rates and they ask you a few questions to help find a rate, should you get annoyed and answer back irritated? i'm just asking because i got that. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:31 PM word! i could try to frame the blogger with the blog. when i have time. if you have not...(picture of a nuclear bomb explosion.) well, i hope that today at work, doesn't feature a certain boss. i'll let you know how that turns out. peace out, homie! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:10 AM Wednesday, February 06, 2002 get you! oh, yeah! the tzatziki sauce that i had saved up from my falafel on monday is going to good use. i made some cheat falafel for lunch tomorrow. i also had a cheesecake muffin for lunch today and boy was it grand. too bad that winchell's makes small muffins. what happened to huge muffins? so, brodie, tell me about the renee break up. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:22 PM there's this curse that's following me around, which is, whenever i want to watch a movie i haven't seen in a while, i look for it, i go through my collection four or five time and can't find it. this bugs me because i always see that movie but never want to watch it, and now that i do, the evil clowns hide it. woe is me. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:14 PM i couldn't finish the last blog, because the boss came back. well, the extra show for us, was triple h calling out kurt. kurt came back out and got whooped! then triple h flexed his muscles and hugged lemmy, of motorhead fame (motorhead does triple h's music). triple h and stephanie walked up the ramp, he looked at the crowd, walked back down to the ring, and flexed his muscles some more, then went to lemmy folks, had the camera catch them hugging and went back up the ramp. then he came back down, just kidding! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:26 PM clocked out and walking to my car. call mike to find his position. asnan is in the nest and they're heading up. dice! so they pull up, toss the cooler in his trunk, i call shotgun, and we're off. we head up and remembered that we could just stay in the carpool lane all the way up the 110 and it goes directly to our exit. my bad! we get off on 9th street and start heading to figeuroa and spot a $5 parking lot and pull in. beats paying the $13 fee at the staples center. funny thing, too, the parking lot we're in, if you enter through the figeuroa entrance, it's $8. we park and walk straight to the staples center and to the box office. we ask about remaining tickets left and are told that it's limited viewing. she shows us the position, which isn't bad. we'd be in row 19, to the right of the entrace, but a blocked view of the entrance and ramp. we take it, because i didn't want to check the scalper's rates and find out that the limited viewing seats are taken and end up paying a kajillion dollars for scalped tix. we're stoked and we walk to the tire store to get some oil for the mikemobile. no dice! apparently, they only sell tires. he tells us where the nearest gas station is, which, by the way he described it, was just down the street a bit. ends up being pretty far down, not too far, but further than he made it seem. we get there and there's a chicken shop inside by the name of mr. sippi (clever!), i couldn't stop laughing at that name. so, mike gets his oil, and i order a meal and made a joke, which, mr. sippi didn't get. in the heating bin was a stack of ribs and i pointed to it and asked, "how much is the chocolate cake?" he tells me it's ribs. so, we get our food and walk some up some stairs to eat. that food filled me up good, but was probably the worst chicken in the world. along with the so-called potato things, they all tasted as if they were mixed together from a powder to form a paste and then fried to develop the final product. i ate it all, anyway. we head back to the car to have some stevewiesers. we had about two hours to kill. asnan was hilarious! we decide to head in, and on the way there, mike starts talking to this one, dude, who gives us three free, luxury box seats. dice! we were thinking of whether we should keep both tickets and go back and forth between the box and our "limited viewing" seats, but decided to sell them anyway. for our three tickets, we paid $120. we sold it to some scalper or whatever for $80. so, in actuality, we paid $13 for luxury box seats. this luxury box we were in, though, was not with free food and drinks. it was just the box by itself. we still had sort of limited view, as the lighting fixture above the ring, blocked the view of the ramp. dice thing was, that there were these tall tables and stools to eat on and watch from. that was the best thing i liked about it. the dark matches were pretty good, along with heat. smackdown opened with the rock saying, "undertaker, you want to hit the rock with a steel pipe..." i couldn't stop laughing. it was a very good smackdown, for some reason, these events that we go to, are always good episodes, and things always work good for us, and we have a blast. so, after the show was over, we stayed to watch the crew clean up and then headed out. asnan was trying to buy some bootleg shirts, but no dice on the one he wanted. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:55 PM Tuesday, February 05, 2002 get you! i'm not sure if i'll be home in time to blog for today, so i'm doing it now. one hour till smackdown bound. hope there's tix for us (finger's crossed). Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:34 PM Monday, February 04, 2002 get you! picturebox: raw is war - las vegas, nv thomas & mack center oh my gosh! this has got to be the funniest episode ever. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:38 PM speaking of running.. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:48 PM i guess i just wanted to run my mouth! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:47 PM "finally, the rock has come back......to los angeles...chris jericho! y2j! undisputed champion!...you run your mouth..." i don't know. just wanted to blog. peace! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:47 PM i too, would like to go to hawaii for jimmy. d'oh! i want to get simpson's figures, but i also need money. handsome pete? hopefully soon. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:36 PM i ran out of floss. i should've picked some up today. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:32 PM all right! i just read a bit of on the road, and i'm at the part that they're in nebraska and that punk, eddie, just ditched sal, along with his wool plaid shirt. anyway, from his ride from chicago into omaha, i've been on that route. i think they took a different way, but who are you to tell me what to think? what? but, yeah! chicago, iowa, coucil bluffs, the missouri river and then omaha. dice! speaking of chicago, i just made me a ridiculous salvador advertisment (get it? sal----ad. sal--ad. salad!). and by ridiculous i mean it consists of half a cucumber, half a thing of alfalfa sprouts, and a head (small one, but a whole head) of lettuce. i wanted to make some falafel and throw in some tzatziki sauce, but i want to wait till tomorrow or the next day. just talked to the boss and hopefully, he remembers this, that tomorrow, i need to get off early. like 2:30 - 3:00 pm style. on a limited budget for smackdown and it's sold out, but they do release tickets that day, but, especially if tonight is a good raw, with a good cliff hanger, we'll have to get early or else deal with the indians (scalpers!). and they are very hard to deal with, at first, but after some smooth talking, which does take sometime, if at all, we get some deal. i'm actually hoping for a good cliff hanger which will be answered tomorrow, but i do want to get in. you understand? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:31 PM i got a response for my fafsa application. one is a response for the first one, which is dated december 7th, 2001, which, they said they mailed out. second, was the first correction that i made the other week. third, was the student aid report, which i need to take to my financial aide office to process. it's the wrong one though, because i needed to change one more thing on there, but they said that i needed to wait till the first request goes through, "which takes about three to five days." good grief, charlie brown! so after that went through, i finally put the correction, which we made in december, which did not go through, and that's what i'm waiting for. it's a good thing school starts on february 19th. i wonder why the government thing only processes one thing at a time? i know! it's because that's more efficient that the average government employee. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:29 PM Sunday, February 03, 2002 get you! i'm planning on kicking on some kung-fu action after malcolm in the middle tonight. not sure what film yet, but possibly, a dubbed one, as i am not in a reading mood. tomorrow, i call the agency which returned an e-mail. i'm hoping that before i do, that i get another response so i have some sort of back up, or maybe even a better offer. we'll see! superbowl was great at the last five minutes. exciting! i think. i mean, i watched it. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:40 PM jukebox: piebald - grace kelly with wings holding down the fort, just got an idea to stretch my stay at work here a little longer. dice, eh? with this new plan, i, also, don't have to do much work. remember that movie, office space? the part where there was the fax machine that kept messing with them. then, when the time came for it's demise, they took it to a field and beat the crap out of it. well, that's the day i'm waiting for with this fax machine at work. recently, it's been doing this thing where it has failed transmissions for incoming faxes. which sucks, because the other side gets a confirmation that it went through, but it didn't. so i have to call them up and have them re-fax. also, for some reason, the first fax i send out, it never goes through. i don't know why. when it's running low on ink it has a pop up thing on the computer screen stating this. good, huh? nope! because every single action done on the fax, that thing pops up. "first page scanned, page one received. fax sent. fax received. receiving fax page 1." and when that pops up, you have to click it off the screen or you can't work on what ever you're doing. why don't i just change the ink? well, becuase this jabroni does it when it's just under half through. so there's a good amount of ink left and ink is expensive. ack! other times, when i'm trying to fax out or something, it just disconnects and when i'm about to reconnect, it says it's connected, then it keeps going back and forth. this continues till i reboot, but then, while the computer is getting ready to re-boot, the prompt comes up, "your office jet is disconnected, would you like to reconnect?" this fax is nothing but trouble. stay away from it, or if you know how to get rid of the prompt thing, let me know. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:43 PM today, i feel really weird. i don't know why, but i just feel like i'm in that fourth dimension again. as much as i've been intersted in finishing this mick foley book, i can't, for the life of me, get myself to read. ack! i'm going to try and finish all this stuff i'm supposed to finish here, at work, and start reading. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:50 PM i'm in! i just got into work and there's actually stuff to do. stoked. this means that i'll get more hours in than i thought i would. being, too, that i don't have anything planned, that's double dice! what's also dice is that i got my financial aide forms in. so now all there is to do is go to school and talk to the financial aide office. i need to get books also. i hope that this week i find a job that i can match my school schedule with. i don't want to start school and then have to drop and add classes. that sucks! i haight being those kids that have to stand in the back of the room and wondering if i'll get a chance to take this class. knowing, deep in my mind, that half, if not more, of the class is going to drop it by the end of the semester. jukebox: hey mercedes - que shiraz Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:14 PM just got back from sunday brunch at marie callendars. it was aite's, but i just spent $12 on a breakfast that i couldn't eat too much. suckas! i should've saved it for smackdown! oh, well! so i got to head to work soon and, by now, you should realize that i'm not at the key club, rocking to the delights of jimmy. d'oh! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:14 PM Saturday, February 02, 2002 get you! all right! i got me a small bag of fritos, but i'm all good now. getting ready to watch wwf excess. i wonder who's the guest tonight. i know on saturday night live is brittney spears, and, although i'm inclined to watch that, she's just not doing it for me recently. i don't know what it is, but oh well... so i don't think i'm going to be making it to jimmy's show tomorrow, as i have to be at work at 12. d'oh! woe is me! when's the next time that you can see them for free? ack, ack!!...it's a trap! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:58 PM i should've picked up some pringles or fritos while i was at the store. i don't like not having snacks at hand. as you can tell by now, this blog isn't going to good, so i'm going to have to bail out. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:02 PM picturebox: mouline rouge! i'm home now, watching moulin rouge!, but i'm about to head out to the store to pick up some sun-dried tomatoes. the pasta i make doesn't go to well with olives. eeew!!! i also need some more garlic & possibly some baguette. tweakerface! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:09 PM i hope that it picks up today, because i want to get some hours in. i hope that i also, don't need to be working here next week. i also hope that i don't jump right into a new job prospect and get a better one later. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:36 PM i don't know if it's normal or not, but does anyone out there look for commercial actors who are on different commercials? not famous people, just normal joe blow commercial actor. i never did, not once in my life, but yesterday, i was watching this circuit city commercial. this commercial is the one where they're moving in and this black guy is watching the flat screen tv, with a circuit city employee. his wife walks up to him and asks, "can we start now?" referring to moving in. well, this jabroni was also a commentator on the popeye's chicken commercial. just thought i'd pass along some useful information. speaking of popeye's, i can't wait till monday, to possibly find out about new employment opportunities. all right, what's on the agenda today. i've got a load of laundry in the trunk of the car. tenacious d, was all over the craig kilborn show last night. my left leg, is two feet longer than my right arm. my other arm, is a rolls royce. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:02 PM with my current internet connection, these blogs will be posted by tomorrow. what's the deal? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:28 PM oh, no! mark is no longer in hey mercedes no more. so, besides that being the first bad news of the day, i've got the best news of all. one of the companies that i applied for has responded. they are, i guess, a temp/hiring agency. they are interested in me coming in for an appointment, and if i am willing to be negotiable with my pay for temp. work, they would want me immediately. dice! anything's better than current gig. even a rodeo clown. after all the crap i've been through with jobs, i now know what to ask for and so forth, so don't be pulling tricks. enough clowning around. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:26 PM Friday, February 01, 2002 get you! what up, yo? i just watched royal rumble again. good stuff. also, my roommate just went to this place is featuring some people from our class. remember in high school when brian made his hollywood entrance to graduation? well, i did. i really don't know what this blog is about, but it's ending now. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:47 PM well, sean came into work this morning, and in a span of five minutes managed to ruin my great mood i had going. so, i faxed out three more resumes this morning. that's 33 total, one of them is bound to call. yesterday, could quite possibly be the turning point for the demise of this job here. people tell me that it's very rare to have a good boss (aka, a boss you like). which, in my life, has not been the case. first job, paper boy, my mom. second job, room cleaner, one of my scout leaders who is a very fun guy. third job, jack in the box, everyone here was just way cool, and quite possibly my favorite job to date. fourth job, all right! i worked at this convenient store in a condo complex. it was fun, the customer's were total cool. the only downfall was that i worked with a lady with a moustache and she was very irritating. i always worked with her yap yap yapping away. the customer's always used to ask me how i tolerate her, and i just tell them, "i stay in the cooler." there was a guy named j.r. that worked there. i only worked with him on monday's and he was bomb. i went in one morning, picked up my pay and the boss said, "see you tonight!" "uh, yeah!" i never went back. i felt bad though. my next job was a mystery shopper. this was also a fun job. my boss, stephan, was a rockabilly guy and he trained me and let me listen to the mike ness album. i was curious about it, so he took me on the runs and told me about bands. he was bomb. during my run here, i applied with a temp agency to get a job, which i would be a temp and then get hired on. i then started working the mystery shopping on weekends. i took the credit union job because if i got hired, i would have benefits. i ended up quitting the mystery shopping. that job was fun, though. the credit union job was fun, mostly because the workers. the boss was really nice, but she was hardly there so everything was run by the assistant. he was a dork, but nice. or so i though at the time. but he never gave me problems. i did what i needed to do and more so he laid off me. also, all the other employees in the place, except crooked spine man, were total dice!!! very fun, even the employees from other companies in the building were fun. after a year of working there, everyone there, and i, thought i would get hired. being that our department had just lost several employees, things were looking good. no dice on the hiring. i quit there and started work here. after a few weeks, the credit union called and said that they'd hire me back. apparently, they didn't realize how much of an assett i was. i told them, no (which, in hindsight, was a bad thing because look where i ended up), and continued working here. they ended up hiring two people to replace me and do the jobs that i did. 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